London, England 1815
The early morning sun cast a warm glow over London's bustling streets, illuminating the grandeur and vibrancy of the city. Along Regent Street, a steady stream of elegant carriages clattered over cobblestones, their polished wood and brass fittings glinting in the light. Footmen in livery perched on the rear, their gazes fixed straight ahead, while the occupants within, lords and ladies of the highest echelons of society, reclined in plush interiors.
As the carriages came to a halt near Burlington street, a popular shopping destination, elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies disembarked. The men, resplendent in their tailored frock coats, top hats, and gloves, offered their arms to ladies stepping down from the carriages. The women's gowns, made of rich silks and adorned with lace and ribbons, rustled as they moved gracefully towards the boutique, where luxury goods and the latest fashions awaited. Among the throng, the Earl of Ashbourne, a tall man with a distinguished air, guided his wife towards the entrance. The Ladies dress deep sapphire blue, matched the striking hat perched atop her neat hair. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as they entered the small boutique , where shopkeepers bowed and curtsied, recognizing their esteemed clientele. Many ladies being chaperoned by an elderly dowager, selected delicate bouquets, their gloved hands exchanging coins with the flower girl, who curtsied gratefully on thing that did catch Edens eye was all the members she passed by had a tight grip on a all to familiar white paper.
"She is still writing ?" Eden asked her brother stood proudly beside her "who ?" Gerard gaze quickly came to his sister before letting his view cover the ton in search of Eden's query "Whistledown ?" Eden threw a strange glance his way cause who else would she mean ? "That writer if you can call her that is a no good gossiping spinster who has to much of a dull life so she preoccupies herself with others." Gerard brows furrowed at the mention of the writers name. "Since when did you becoming so distressed at mere mention of a paper brother ?" Eden asked her lips quirking into a smile "a small piece of paper that has ruined many lives and will continue to do so." Gerard walked further ahead leaving Eden to follow "oh please don't walk so quickly I have smaller legs than you." She called out to her brother who did not slow or stop. "Come on make haste we shall be late if not." Gerard looked to his watch and then to his stumbling younger sister.
The debut promenade a very special event only hosted after the yearly debut of all the welcoming lady into the marriage mart held to honour the queen herself and her perfectly crafted choice of picking the seasons diamond. Eden remember last years all to well geared was nervously pacing only few steps away form her and... George. Eden shook her head lightly before letting her eyes meet the estates grand iron gates, adorned with intricate scrollwork, swung open to reveal the perfectly arranged area which was brimming with vibrant flowers.
As they entered the garden, the sweet scent of roses, lavender, and honeysuckle enveloped them. Gravel pathways crunched softly underfoot, leading guests through a carefully curated landscape of blooming flowerbeds, manicured hedges, and stately trees offering dappled shade. A string quartet played a gentle waltz under a the white tents, the music mingling with the cheerful murmur of conversation and laughter. The garden was alive with the colors and textures of the season, an elegant tableau populated by the crème de la crème of London's ton. Ladies in pastel gowns strolled gracefully, their parasols and lace fans and delicate movements hoping to ensnare any Lord . Gentlemen, dashing in their summer suits and top hats, conversed in clusters, their voices low and polite.
Gerard stood near a marble fountain adorned with cherubic figures, his gaze sweeping over the gathering. He was a striking figure in his deep green tailcoat, a white cravat perfectly tied at his throat, and polished black boots that gleamed in the sunlight. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his sharp features were softened by a slight smile as he observed the scene. Eden stood beside him a vision of grace and elegance, stood by his side. She wore a gown of pale green muslin, the family color complementing her brown curls that were pinned neatly to her head .
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These days |Benedict Bridgerton|
Romance|~1~| Eden Walseworth has finally returned to London, ready for her long-awaited reintroduction to society. On the cusp of being labeled a spinster by the ton, she's reluctantly thrust into the season by her overbearing older brother and spiteful au...
